Here's the thing about the truth.
There's my version, there's the other person's version, and then somewhere in the middle is likely the truth. All I can do is call it like I see it, and maybe run it by a few trusted advisers. And because I think I'm someone who tries to be compassionate, and reasonable, and mostly open minded, I also like to try on the other person's version. I step into what I know about it and walk around in it awhile. See what fits.
And sometimes, my version gains new information, new insight into things that might change it. And sometimes, it grows stronger, firmer, reinforced by the additional perspective.
And here's the other thing about truth.
Sometimes, truth is just facts. Things you can track, document, keep an account of. These are not usually as wibbly-wobbly as Truth. They don't change as much. There are fewer fluctuations and less room for interpretation.
I have a collection of these now. I come across things every once in a while that remind me, without emotion, without triggers, without room for interpretation, of what is Truth. Because it's hard still, to trust myself sometimes. I am still unwinding the conditioning, the learned behavior, the stifling of the intuition that kept me feeling safe for so long.
But no matter what, I have only my Truth. And I'm trying now to trust it more fearlessly. To worry less about what others think of it, and focus more on how I can be consistent with my actions, my words, my energy. And to own it all; the things I Believe, the things I value, the things I want; my Truths.